This Post Came Uo To Me On My Fyp Again Is This A Sign

SRRY IM HERE IM HERE IM HERE I HAD TO PLAY W/ MY SISTER

Also I have more details I can share :]

If you're interested, that is

We need more Sci appreciation

Specifically of the scifi genre

Clean surfaces and AI (the cool kind like R2D2 and Connor from Detroit Become Human) and superstructures

I wanna see Sci working with interfaces and joining couplings and sautering panels in the walls

I want to see him program and tinker with sleek robotic beings and get augments

I want to see his arm replaced with a futuristic prosthetic and his eyes replaced with synthetic ones

And i want to see him go to a dark seedy underbelly to buy parts that have stopped being produced

And BUILD his own brother

FUCK YEA I'M BRINGIN' THE CARROTS

That's it. That's all I have

Get ready for carrot soup and carrot cake for a lifetime

yall if i ever become super popular for whatever reason, slap me

i shiver at the thought of being suddenly responsible for thousands of people-

we can all just be a little town where im the president and you are all my horror-stricken citizens :)

THE GIRL! (Ignore the posessed-looking smile and half-assed shading)

If you don't know who she is her name is Loxy AND GO READ THE LAST GOLDEN CHILD IT'S AWESOME

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Bro why does youtube take 9 FUCKING MINUTES to check for copyrighted things in a 30 SECONDS LONG VIDEO LIKE-

WHy are you wasting my time bro. Just. Why.

Inverted ballpoint pen drawing!! The first picture is what I drew and the second picture is the inverted final piece

Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

Something, something... Angst art :>

I played a bit with the filters on the second one

Also Wraith I will write my part as soon as my pretty little head will be so kind and remember what I wanted to write yesterday

Also I know I didn't quote Nightmare perfectly but I drew this at like 10 pm yesterday and I remembered it wrong pretend that's what he said-

Wrote something based on the idea Cray and I thought of:

Desperation wasn't new to Killer. It was what drove him into madness in the first place, filled his soul with so much Hate that he scarecely recognized himself as a Monster. Sometimes, he'd find himself lost in the hallways of the castle while his soul melted like those DT-riddled amalgams.

And he knew Nightmare wasn't far behind, hands and claws grasping at his shoulders and throat, whispering all of his sins like a Judge. It wasn't rare to see Killer hunched against a wall and sob so hard he choked on his own breath.

He'd remember Cross try making his way to him - or was that Horror? - and say something muddled but stop. Maybe they realized he was a lost cause and gave up trying. Or Nightmare simply selt them away. He can't quite tell with how his sockets flood with liquid Hate.

Sometimes, he seeks Nightmare out before an episode, when he can feel it in the back of his mind and thrumming in his soul. Staggering into Nightmare's office and collapsing at his feet as his legs gave out.

If there was one thing he did remember, it was the way Nightmare smiled at him. Like someone sick with pleasure at seeing another in pain. It was a mean smile, one he'd made all the time before the episodes came more frequently. It was a wonder Nightmare still sent him on missions. Maybe he liked watching Killer try to take lives before seizing up.

"Killer."

His head tilts up from his spot on the dark carpet, knees rubbed raw from kneeling.

"Who allowed your thoughts to wander. Pay attention."

With that, punishment came swift and agonizing - a tentacle had shot itself right through his ribs and forced his body to tilt back as he was pinned in place.

"AAAAGH!!! Uhhhnn...! Hah... hah.....hah... sorry...." He grunts out, pain shocking through his bones with every faux breath.

Every moan of pain was met with a slow twist of the tendril, never once giving Killer a moment of reprieve.

"Mm. You came to my office to hurt. Don't waste my generosity."

Killer slowly grins, he cant help it. Yeah... He deserved this. He needed it. Someone to keep hurting him. Because after all that fucked up stuff he did, maybe it was about time he paid for it.

Another tentacle shot through him, and his head was thrown back as he screamed. He screamed and eailed until his throat was hoarse and no sound could escape. Nightmare's laughter quickly filled the silence instead, his twisted glee replacing his bloodcurdling screeching.

Any would have thought this was torture beyond measure, a fate anyone would do anything to avoid meeting again.

But they knew. They both knew.

He would come back for more.

“I loved you, always.”